The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5

By: Jordan Silver


"Stop him, he's gonna get hurt."

He must've heard my hiss to his friend because he turned to me with a grin on his face.

"Worried about me are you?" He threw me a cocky wink over his shoulder.

I lowered my eyes and bit into my lip, what else was I supposed to do? I don't know this guy other than that he's hot and he's been staring at my ass all evening. Still, I didn’t want him turned into minced meat because of me.

I lifted my head and looked back at him, he still had his eyes on me, and the look in them made me blush. He winked at me again before turning back to what he was doing. Why were his friends just standing there doing nothing? My fear was back tenfold.

"Don't take too long Wyatt, I came here to drink not clean up your road kill." One of his friends called out to him before taking a sip from his beer, like this was just another day at the park. Giving no care to the fact that his friend was about to get the hell knocked out of him.

"Give me five Jace, he's at least ten pounds heavier than the last one."

"The last one?" What, did this guy go around fighting apes in bars?

"Yeah, Wyatt's the reigning UFC king."

I watched as he stared down the behemoth, who by this time, looked ready to tear his head off with his bare hands. If I had any sense I would make tracks and get the hell outta there, but I felt responsible for what was about to happen to this poor guy and that amazingly beautiful face. I almost whimpered at the injustice of it all.

My heart was beating a mile a minute, because no matter what his friends said, there was no way he could fight that ruffian. My stomach churned for a different reason now. I knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of an overgrown bully’s wrath. I felt the old bitter fear edge its way up my spine as the familiar taste of abject terror burned in the back of my throat.

This guy might be a fighting champ, and though I don’t know much about UFC or whatever they’d called it, I was pretty sure this wasn’t going to be a fair fight. I looked over at my friends who were taking in the action like they were at the movies, before looking back towards my-would-be protector.

He lowered his head and whispered something in the other man's ear. The scowl that formed on Yeti's face promised dire retribution and he puffed up his chest and stepped closer to the Wyatt guy. My knees went weak at the menace on his face and the way he towered over sexy Wyatt.

Wyatt pushed ape-man back with one hand to the chest and actually moved him backwards a step or two. That's when I started wringing my hands. I knew I shouldn't have listened to Christine, that girl's been getting me into scrapes since the second grade. Now this poor guy was gonna get the stuffing kicked out of him for coming to my rescue.

Old junkyard dog took a wide swing and then there was a flash of movement and he was on the floor clutching his gut and his throat and Wyatt was walking back towards us. My mouth was somewhere in the vicinity of my chest and my mind was trying to process what I'd seen.

"What was that? What did he do?"

"Well little lady, that was a cross between Brazilian jujitsu, kickboxing and Krav Maga. They're trying to come up with a name for it but for now we just call it the Hunternator."

One of his friends, the tall skinny one, informed me of this. I didn't have much time to process any of it because the next thing I knew, I was being swung around and lifted up against that rock hard chest of Wyatt's again, and his mouth was covering mine like long lost lovers. When he deemed it fit to release my mouth he gave me this cheeky grin that made me want to grin right along with him. I was quick enough to restrain myself though, he was way too sure of himself.

"To the victor go the spoils." That's all he had to say before he carted me off to his table. I looked over his shoulder at Cris and the rest of my girls who were grinning like fools. Couldn't they see the danger here? I'm petrified of big manly men, the man is like twice my height and size, he'd squash me like a bug. And all that power, I was way out of my depth here.

I glared at Cris and the others telling them without words to come save me but they seemed to think this was all fun and games, so I turned my attention to my abductor instead. “I can walk you know.” I didn’t know what else to say, what could I say? This was so beyond my norm as to be unbelievable.

He took his seat and planted me firmly on his lap, not even out of breath. If I hadn't seen it I wouldn't have believed he'd just been in an altercation. “You straight Red?” Red, who’s Red? Apparently my answer wasn’t necessary because he squeezed my side and picked up his beer.

I took stock of myself, this might be the one and only time I’d be up close and personal with anything this hot but I knew I would have to put an end to it soon.

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